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[unpromising]

Who: Qrow Branwen (unpromising) + anyone.
What: Catch-all for the second part of the event.
When: Oct.
Where: A carriage, Wyver.
Warning(s): Will add as needed.

TRAVELLING TO WYVER.
[ Qrow's been told that this whole epidemic and then some has been more than a warm welcome for him and rest of the refugees in his batch. He couldn't agree more, but he also thinks that it could be a lot worse. He thinks deeply about the situation, as well as the situation he was once in back in his own world. He broods silently, and the only noise that comes out of his person is the alcohol hitting the walls of his flask as he fishes it out of his pocket.

Drinking some of it hits him hard, a burning feeling down his throat. This is already normal for him, but it doesn't mean he's averse to the side-effects of alcohol. It's why he decides to initiate conversation. This carriage ride would be a lot more exciting if the other people he was riding with would actually speak up a little.

Any unlucky person who manages to look him in the eye will be subject to having a conversation with him. (I'm sorry.) ]

Any chance you got a snack on you?

[ Okay, maybe it's not a conversation after all, but more of a beginning of a request. ]


FIGHTING PIT.
[ A new place means new opportunities - Qrow said literally never. He's not an optimistic man, and it's why he just trucks along without looking forward to much. Olympia was a strange experience (understatement), and so is Wyver. It's still difficult to accept that Remnant is gone and that he's the only one here so far. Also, he doesn't have anybody to bum off of, and he has to make his own money to be able to keep the alcohol in his blood pumping.

Also, food. Food is very important, and he needs money for food, as well.

Qrow's decided to do what he's more accustomed to, which is fighting. His injury's healed and he's a lot more nimble now, which is why he's begun to rack up quite a few wins in this fighting pit he's in. Fortunately, death isn't a punishment nor is it a prize to anybody who loses. The only consequence is shame.

One might find themselves being Qrow's next competition. Weapons are allowed, and Qrow himself is wielding a sword. It can turn into a shotgun and a scythe, but a shotgun just seems too unfair to use at a time like this. For now, it's just the sword. Perhaps if his competitor pushes him hard, he'll use his scythe.

Or perhaps one finds Qrow after he's done fighting. He's managed to gain enough silver for a week or two. Instead of continuing to fight, he sits in a corner and watches everybody else do it. He doesn't look particularly sociable right now, but loneliness radiates off his entire being. ]


WILDCARD.
[ Feel free to hit me up with a prompt of your own. Here is my plotting comment. ]

[ Note: Qrow brings bad luck to the people near him! Here is more info on it, and please let me know if you're cool w/ your character being affected or not. ]

Comments

[originallutece]

[Past tense indeed, and she makes note of that. Rosalind exhales shortly, a sign he may just be getting to her.]

And what would you suggest, then, since you're so knowledgeable on having fun and socializing?

[unpromising]

Alright, alright... [ He nods, huffing out a soft laugh. ] I'll teach you.

You're at a party and someone who looks interesting walks up to you. "Sup, Madam," they say, and then they bow. "How are you doing today?"

[ Somehow this ended up with Qrow roleplaying... what is this. ]

What do you say?

[originallutece]

[I GUESS THIS IS HAPPENING NOW . . . Rosalind hadn't been serious, but at least this is better than sniping, she supposes.]

That depends entirely on who they are.

[unpromising]

[ It's nice that she's playing along, but it sucks that she's asking for more detail. ]

Does it matter?

[ He waves a hand dismissively while his other hand puts his flask back in the pocket inside his shirt. ]

Uhhh, I dunno—pretend he's a Huntsman and a popular Professor at one of the schools.

[originallutece]

[She recognizes Huntsman, at least, but there's no way this prat is a professor. But all right, she's game . . .]

I suppose I'd give a general reply, if he seemed the usual sort of dullard at these parties, or a more detailed one, if he looked as though he might not interrupt to explain to me my own theories.

[unpromising]

[ Now Qrow has broken the fourth wall. He crosses his legs as he leans back. ]

Theories on what?

[originallutece]

[dang the narration did not notice how built he was until that icon]

Quantum physics. Atomic suspension, parallel universes . . . take your pick.

[unpromising]

[ Qrow's not the most muscular of people, but he does have a decently lean figure considering he's been fighting most of his life. He also had to impress the ladies somehow... when he's not drinking, anyway. ]

No theories on how the world was created?

[originallutece]

Shall I regale you with the Big Bang theory? It's not my specialty, but I've more than enough knowledge in nearly all scientific areas.

[unpromising]

[ He arches an eyebrow at that. ]

We don't have something like that, so let's hear it.

[ She's cocky, though. But he's sure she can walk the talk. ]

[originallutece]

All right. Pay attention, now.

[She does know her stuff, clearly: she explains the theory thoroughly, pausing only to answer any clarifications he might have. And though he won't know it, her knowledge well surpasses what was known in her time, because she'd had the ability to look into the future and she'd used it to her advantage. So he hears about the explosion of matter, and how the universe is constantly expanding; he hears about the formation of all the different materials, and how the stars were made, and how the planets were formed . . .

Once she's finished, she gives him a little nod: there, then.]

Any questions?

[unpromising]

[ Qrow's expression doesn't change as he listens, or even as she goes through every single thing, detail by detail. He's absorbing the information and learning—something he hasn't done for quite some time.

Of course, he's still got it. He might not look very competent when it comes to academics, but he's got a good brain. After all, the Scarecrow is the wisest man in all of Oz. ]

This is just a theory? There's so much background in it. How's there no proof?

[originallutece]

Ah. A common misconception: theory in the scientific sense doesn't denote something that isn't proven, but rather is a word used to denote a natural phenomena that has been repeatedly tested.

So there is proof-- quite a bit of it. It's simply a case of unfortunately similar terming.

[unpromising]

[ Alright, makes sense. It's good information, and if anything, a good way to pass the time. As much as he'd want to keep drinking, being able to have an intellectual conversation doesn't seem so bad. ]

And I'm guessing everyone knows about this theory. You've studied it, and a bunch of people have, too.

[originallutece]

Not in my time, no. And while they ought to in the future, I've found most people tend not to want to know how the world around them works. It's enough that it works.

[unpromising]

What kind of world is that?

[ It's said with a tone of dismay and disgust. You'd think people would want to be more interested in this kind of thing. ]

Stories of creation are mostly fairytales, where I come from. Everybody knows 'em, but not everyone takes 'em seriously.

... Better not to. The truth should be hidden to those who aren't affected by it.

[originallutece]

Sorry, are you advocating ignorance or not?

[unpromising]

It's not about ignorance.

[ Qrow sounds incredibly serious, despite how he usually is. It's almost as if someone flipped a switch in him. ]

It's about preventing a war. It's just different where you're from, I guess. It's all science, but the theories of how Remnant was created stems from fairytales.

[originallutece]

[For just this moment, they seem to be taking each other entirely seriously. There's no trace of sneering or mockery in her expression, not now.]

Walk me through this. Which fairy tales do you mean, precisely?

[At least that might explain his name. Qrow isn't so strange if one's culture is seeped in fairy tales.]

[unpromising]

[ The sober moment only lasts for a few seconds, because he takes out his flask to drink what's left of it.

It helps! It helps him want to keep talking, because normally, he wouldn't say anything about this. The fact that Remnant is gone and he'll never be able to continue what he was supposed to do is also why he's able to talk about this. Any other situation would not be a good time to speak up about the fairytales of his world. ]

The Tale of the Two Brothers. Sound familiar?

[originallutece]

No. But I was never one for fairy tales.

[unpromising]

You don't seem like the type who would be.

Then again, [ He begins to slouch, relaxing further in his seat. ] Two respectable adults shouldn't be taking about stories for children, right?

[originallutece]

[GURL. She narrows her eyes at him.]

It's going to be a very long trip if all you're going to do it simply begin a topic of conversation and then veer away from it.

[unpromising]

[ That earns a chuckle from him. ]

Can't ask nicely, huh?

[ Rosalid why haven't you slapped him yet

In any case, he begins with a disclaimer that this may be more magical than scientific. Magic exists where he's from, so he tells her to keep an open mind.

The Tale of the Two Brothers, as told by Qrow! Basically, it's this:
Two brothers, one older and one younger, existed on Remnant, filling it with both life and destruction. The older brother created water, plants and wildlife during the day, while at night, the younger brother would discover his sibling's creations and become disgusted. He created drought, fire and famine. Yet life had a strong ability to endure, so the younger god of destruction decided to create the Creatures of Grimm. He designed them so that they would have an innate desire to destroy everything and anything.

Weary of feuding, the older god of life proposed that the two of them create one last thing together, a masterpiece they could both be proud of. The younger brother agreed and together they created a creature that was gifted with knowledge, creation, destruction and choice. Most important was the capability of choosing whether to use these gifts for light or dark. These creatures became known to be Humanity.

The gifts of the two brothers were also given a physical manifestation, so that in Remnant now exist four Relics, representing each of the four gifts bestowed on humanity. These Relics each contain immense power, and it is said that, if someone were to wield all four, they could change the world. Sometime after, the gods abandoned Remnant. It is said that one Relic is present at each of Remnant's Huntsman Academies.

He's mentioned Huntsmen and Grimm to her before, so he doesn't expect questions regarding those two subjects. ]

[originallutece]

[Someday, he'll say that when he's not got to tell her and she really will slap him. But today, she's too interested in his story, and so does indeed listen (albeit with a slight scowl). But oh, that's an interesting creation myth.]

You said the theories stem from that. Meaning what, exactly? Are there those relics?